The hooves! Dear God, the HOOVES!

I was living in NYC. It was surreal. My daughter was 10 months old, and I remember my husband had to take her out of the room where we were watching the news because I started screaming when the first tower fell. After a while, we went outside and let her play while we watched the smoke and listened to the sirens. We…

And that’s relevant to equal representation in government how? It’s not like the second that happens, all you MRA idiots will suddenly say, “Ok, women get half the government offices, half the CEO positions, equal pay for equal work, freedom from governmental interference in their reproductive decisions, the right to…

It’s like the 2-year-old version of this.

That said (and I agree with everything you’ve said), bringing-her-own-toaster non-celiac lady is crazy.

The soup equivalent of swimming in the ocean. There could be anything down there!

I had a high school friend whose father once went INTO THE KITCHEN to show them how to properly cook his steak. So yes, I believe that person is, in fact, out there.

It’s real.

I was in CO this summer and took a picture of one, because I couldn't believe it was real.

Plus, if you burn it enough, it gets super tender.

God, I hope no one justifies this. I have literally never heard of this. I have two kids, and not only would it never have occurred to me not to tip for their meals when they were little, but I always tipped a few bucks extra if they made a mess. (No cute note, though.) But seriously, do people think servers should…

Maybe he’s hoping to contact his sister? Whatever. He’s still an asshat.

That’s...yeah. Um, wow. With friends like that, I can't imagine why she's your ex.

Klassy.

I was going to say this exact thing, because I am a stickler. Come sit next to me. Bring wine.

My brother-in-law is an ordained minister and did the homily at our wedding. It included an excerpt from the Velveteen Rabbit. Good wedding.

Misplaced outrage is amusing, no?

I want a chicken salad sandwich.

Yeah, I don’t get this complaint at all. “The mountains” is a perfectly legitimate phrase. It’s like saying you live in “the country”. You don’t have to specify “rural Iowa” or whatever.

Do. the. math.